Our kind of love is:- A week of vacation
- A couple of duffel bags
- Riding the open highway beside my love
We were making good time when my bike started wobbling 200 miles from Sturgis. I had to shut her down and we waited in the middle of nowhere South Dakota four hours for a tow to the HD dealership in Rapid City. In the meanwhile, I got to be closer to my love and wonder why my bike hates me so. That one has become a love/hate relationship.